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Jul 5, 2009
If I had a nickel for every thought of you Because I think it's a really cute story, and for the benefit of everyone who isn't in MGS and was not made to do English E-learning assignments, read on! (Btw, Robert Fulghum's a renown and quite an acclaimed author, apparently. It's okay. I didn't know either.) Adapted from: Robert Fulghum's Journal June 01, 2009 Written on Sunday afternoon, May 31, in Seattle, Washington HELLO? Ring, ring, ring . . . . Calling my friend, Gerard. Going to dinner at his house. “Yes?” Soft voice of older woman. Maybe another dinner guest? “Hey, it’s Fulghum. I’m bringing cigars and wine - anything else?” “That’s nice, but Gerard is not here . . .” “Who is this? Where’s Gerard?” “It’s not Gerard - he’s not here - you have the wrong number.” “What number is this?” She laughs. “It’s not Gerard’s number. Gerard is not here.” She hangs up. Now the loony lobe of my brain takes over - that place in my head where, if examined by experts, would result in a diagnosis of ASS - Accumulated Stupidity Syndrome. Miss-dialing is one of its specialties. So. I call the same number again. Why? Because there surely must be a glitch at the phone company or somebody at Gerard’s house is pulling my leg or maybe it’s Gerard himself disguising his voice. It cannot be that my wiring is crossed again and I’ve simply dialed the wrong number. No way. Not a possibility. Ring, ring, ring . . . . “Yes?” Same woman’s voice. “Gerard?” “No, Gerard is still not here.” “Who are you? What’s going on?” “I’m not Gerard. You’ve dialed the wrong number again.” “Is this 999-9999?” “Yes, but it’s not Gerard’s number.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, of course I’m sure. You’ve miss-dialed.” “Who are you?” She laughs. “Not Gerard - that’s all you need to know.” She hangs up. (Now, just in case you are also afflicted with ASS -The number 999-999 is not a real number, only a literary device used here to protect the lady and Gerard. But go ahead, join the nut squad - try it. I did.) And so. I dial the number again. Ring, ring, ring. “Yes?” Same woman’s voice. “Look, I really hate to bother you, but I’m sure this is Gerard’s number.” The woman begins to laugh. “Listen,” she says, “Do you have Gerard’s number written down somewhere?” “Yes, of course I do.” “Look it up and read it to me.” “OK . . . It’s 999-9998 . . .Oh . . . well then . . . sorry.” “No problem,” she says, “I wrote it down, and here’s what I’ll do: If you’ll promise not to call me again - I’ll call Gerard and have him call you, OK?” “Works for me.” “By the way,” she asks, “Does Gerard know your number?” “Yes, of course.” “Good. By the way, did you say your name was Fulghum?” “Yes.” “Are you Robert Fulghum, the author?” (long pause) “No. He doesn’t live here anymore.” She laughs and hangs up. Ring. Ring. Ring. It’s my phone. “Hello, this is Robert Fulghum.” “I thought so.” Nice lady’s soft voice again. She laughs. Hangs up. (Duh. She has caller I.D.) Maybe I’ll call her again sometime. When another part of my brain is working. Even better, I’ll have Gerard call her. I know her number. ---- I'd be a billionaire by now. /12:04 PM Jun 26, 2009
I'm Gonna Try Haha I was clearing up and organizing my music and I realised I had Uptown Girl! Haha Westlife! Also realised I had Everything by Michael Buble. You're a mystery, you're from outer space, You're every minute of my everyday. It's really not that bad! I think Ryan sent that to me some time back. Oh yes! They're back! Welcome back mission team! (: Just because I'm in love With an uptown girl My uptown girl! /12:15 PM Jun 22, 2009
That made our memories  Credits: tiagoafpereira Hahaha I thought the costume was quite cute. I didn't notice the beard at first. It looks really natural!  My submission for RYC photojournalism competition. It's a little blur because I'm lazy to upload the original. But it's sharp in real life; it was taken with my dad's fancy schmancy camera. Theme: Blue is the new green. It doesn't look very promising. Heh. Side note: Absolutely loved church camp! Whoo awesome time. If O'levels aren't too annoying, I hope to be back there next year! It was nothing, it was everything, It’s really such a shame its so hard to explain to you /1:22 PM Jun 9, 2009
Feelings insincere Haha am I really the last to see the New Moon trailer? Church camp! Whoo! Ah, I remember last year. Last year was fun (: This is an extremely strange scenario. My SEVEN year old BROTHER is watching 90210. Haha it was hilarious when he banged on the door while I was showering to inform me that Ethan broke up with Annie. (We're still in season one, yes.) Shock and horror! No, this isn't the New Moon trailer. Haha my mum sent me this video. I can't help but smile. However, it has also prompted her to 'encourage' me to continue taking piano into my golden years. So, what now? /3:01 PM Jun 7, 2009
Friday night, friday night, come alive I know it isn't Friday, neither am I very alive, but the song just crossed my mind. And therefore, it ought to cross the page yeah. Hello friends! I seriously doubt the presence of readers to this blog anymore. And therefore, I suppose I am free to rant and rave and make a fool of myself as I please! Ahah. I have been bed-ridden these past few days due to a persistent flu. Extremely annoyed with it, I am. Aish Dorothy went away (yes, you heard right; she's left me for good!) for a few days (alright, maybe not for good), and this in turn has led to many a boring night. Um, as in I don't have her to talk to anymore. Yes. Just that. I mean nothing more. June hols are nearly half way done. I don't remember much of what I've done. A little homework, SALT CIP, and OBS. Ah, OBS. OBS was torture but now I want nothing but to go back. It left me barely alive but now I don't know how to live. Haha, when I came back the first thing I did was unpack everything and wash all my shoes. That's 3 pairs of footwear, friends. And then I finally realised everyone had already eaten their dinner and I was left to eat alone ): My grandfather came and sat next to me and started giving me extremely generous portions of veg. I do not like veg. But then after that all was well because we went to see a movie! Monsters VS Aliens. Go if you want a mindless good laugh about nothing. It was quite funny, but as I said it was about absolutely nothing. There wasn't a peak, or if there was it wasn't very peaky and noticeable. Alrighty, I'm bored. Haha I don't think you've bothered to read till here. I know I hurt you and I made you cry Did everything but murder you and I Our love left a window in the skies And to love I rhapsodize That song is still stuck in my head! /7:40 PM May 17, 2009
But the morning breaks too soon I think I ought to be sleeping right now. Newspapers strewn all over the floor are a constant reminder of jian baos yet to be completed. Haha I did play this weekend away. But it was fun. Ooh, today was fun. I wonder why I didn't go out with Dorothy those two years we were in the same class together. Haha how ironic we only go out after being separated across classes. I fell asleep on the way home after Dorothy got off the train. And I dreamt of iodine. In my dream I was thinking about how iodine is a diatomic molecule, and I wondered what the chemical formula of iodide was. Huh. I think I need to do something mindless for awhile. Too much thinking. Haha so thus far the names that I will name the enzymes when I am a very smart scientist in future: Daisy, Harry, Thomas, and Siyan. I will ignore Dorothy's suggestions because she is being annoying. If only he knew you as we do ): But I decided to put on something sleeveless so that I wouldn't have sleeves to wear my heart on anymore. /11:57 PM |
Paint me a summer sky
Oh can't you see what our love has done, what it's doing to me